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Aragorn enters Théoden’s tent where the mysterious hooded rider awaits him. Tense low brass chords reveal Aragorn’s apprehension. The figure stands and removes his hood. It is Lord Elrond, come at Arwen’s behest. Aragorn bows his head and the orchestra warms with rich harmonies as French horn sounds Rivendell’s theme. But Elrond’s news is heavy. Arwen, having released her immortality, is now threatened by the Ring. And Aragorn’s march to Gondor is futile: the Rohirrim are too few in number. The armies of Men are no match for the multiple forces soon to congregate upon the Pelennor—including a fleet of Corsair ships secretly approaching Minas Tirith from the south. The London Philharmonic again sinks to its low end. Reluctantly, Elrond offers his advice. “There are those who dwell in the mountain.” A blast of wind blows through the tent; high strings climb, suggesting the dyadic harmonies of the Army of the Dead. Aragorn protests, “They answer to no one,” but Elrond persists. “They will answer to the King of Gondor.”

From beneath his cloak he produces Andúril, reforged from the shards of Narsil. The Rivendell theme billows in a flourish of strings. Elrond explains to Aragorn that this is the sword of the King. Minas Tirith’s theme stands tall in the brass, proudly recalling Gondor’s noble heritage. Aragorn takes the sword, grasps its hilt and unsheathes it. The theme rises through silvery trumpets. “The blade that was broken shall return to Minas Tirith.” Aragorn will no longer dodge his heritage. Even should it lead him to personal ruin, he will lead. High string clusters mark the possibility of this self-sacrifice.

Text by J.R.R. Tolkien
Adapted by Philippa Boyens
Sindarin Translation by David Salo
Elo! Andúril; | Behold! Anduril;
Lach en Annûn | Flame of the West.
I chathol asgannen | The blade that was broken,
Ad echannen | Has been remade!

© The Annotated Score (The Music of The Lord of the Rings Films)

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